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I wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other.
Labels: fiction, flash, life, pain, scream, short story, surreal, surrealism
"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."
MY OTHER BLOGS
"A cold fire, once in a while, extinguished the snow."
I wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other.
Labels: fiction, flash, life, pain, scream, short story, surreal, surrealism